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Today was a lovely day. It was nice. There are many reasons why it was nice. I would like to acknowledge that other people’s hands in my life are appreciated. Especially when they are nice hands. Here’s a Shout Out to those with nice hands. Those I know and those I don’t but still have their hands in there. Thanks for being nice. Keep up the good work!

Good Karma = Good Karma

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There’s a warehouse in AF that pulls random stuff out into their parking lot everyday for passersby to purchase. For the last week there’s been a sign on their building stating they’re closing their doors and everything must go on Saturday. About 10:00am I stop by in hopes of finding a table I can use between the sectional downstairs (since getting rid of the LoveSacs there isn’t anywhere to rest our legs). Low and behold there it was… a huge, sturdy dining room table that I could chop the legs down to fit and repaint and the price was only $120 cash, tax included. He let me use his measuring tape and I told him I’d be back after I dump the kids and bring cash – but it has to be by 2:30pm when he leaves.

Ben had a business meeting that ran longer than expected but he returned in time for me to leave and get back to the warehouse by 2:28pm for my dream table (I was REALLY excited about it and had already thought of the design I’d paint). The guy is standing there talking with a hot chick (I think he was single and in his early 20’s) and her brother when I arrived. I saw the table was still there and handed him the cash.

“I’m here for my table!”

“Which table?”

“That one right there,” pointing to the table.

Pointing to the hot chick, “Well, her mom is buying it and just left to get cash.”

“But I told you earlier I wanted it and would be back with MY cash and rig to pick it up.”

He’s kinda stammering, but not effectively, “But her mom just left to go get cash. She was writing out a check when I told her it’s Cash Only so she will be back with cash.”

Getting irritated but not to the point of punching the guy, “Okay, but I did the same thing and came back with cash so first come first served, right? I mean, I realize that this is a Hot Chick and I’m just an Old Married Mom but that doesn’t make sense that you won’t let me take the table since I’m here first with cash.”

He explained that the lady is also buying chairs to go with it and, therefore, giving him more money than I would with the table alone. But that doesn’t dispute the fact that I was there first with the cash and he didn’t have a very good reason. Never did I raise my voice, call him names or be rude and instead said, “Well, I guess it wasn’t meant to be for me. It doesn’t make any sense, but I’m not going to get bent out of shape about it.” He tried to find an alternative option but nothing else worked as well as that blasted table.

So, I will continue on my quest for the perfect table while my poor, poor family suffers with nowhere to put their feet.

Sad, isn’t it?

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Since I’m having trouble posting more pictures (dang blogger), I’ll tell you a story about 6 degrees of separation, also known as the Kevin Bacon slash Azucar Effect.

Last month I posted about the Lia Sophia jewelry party I was hosting to help one of my besties, Cathy, with her new-found business. That’s when b. came into my life. She commented that she’d like to attend and said, “Are you accepting RSVP’s from strangers-who-are-rilli-nice-and-take-care-of-sick-babies-for-a-living-therefore-can’t-be-too-scary?” I figured What The Heck and had her email me for directions.

b. showed up just after we had gotten started (Cathy is a GREAT Lia Sophia consultant, if anyone’s looking for one) and she wasn’t scary at all! She’s a cute gal, not a serial killer, who showed up in her scrubs from taking care of sick babies for a living :o) Her time spent was better than she expected according to her blog.

So now we’re watching each others blogs when this comes along. CW had tagged b. to do a Word Association game and she mentioned someone I know. I ask, “How do you know them?” (because, remember dear readers, b. didn’t know ANY of us bloggers the way we each at least know SOMEONE in person that blogs) and tells me that she grew up there – lived next door. So we’re both freaking out and get on gmail chat instead of conversing through blog comments…

(edited for content)

Brenda: hello?

me: hi

Brenda: did you live in that house?

me: the one with the wierd window in the hall bathroom?

Brenda: the red brick one facing the lake with the window in the hall bathroom

me: yes, we did live there for 1.5 yrs the hadley’s were our landlords

Brenda: ewwww this is weird!

me: we rented it sight-unseen when we moved here from Seattle 4 yrs ago
it gets WIERDER
cathy, the jewelry seller girl… she lived in the basement – that’s how I know her

Brenda: my mom died in that house

me: nu uh!!!!

Brenda: uh-huh

me: i got pregnant in that house

So there are less than 6 degrees from b. to Azucar (b. to Hadley’s to me AND Cathy)… she really is the Kevin Bacon of Provo. We need to create some kind of family tree of connections. That’d be cool.

P.S. I’m still trying to get 4 more Lia Sophia orders to help Cathy start her business in case anyone wants anything? Buy 2 (least expensive) get the 3rd (most expensive) at 50% off and then you can get up to 3 pair of earrings for 50% off after that! Click here to see a catalog & pricing. If you want to help me help Cathy, please email or leave a comment. Thanks!

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I told y’all before about my super-clever-fantastic hubbies latest project, www.soundcrank.com, where you download the iTunes plug-in for FREE and share your musical thoughts, tastes and recommendations with others around the world! Well, it’s available now as a Beta1 version and growing fast! The sooner you sign up, the easier it’ll be to snag the perfect username (mine is “Shannon” so invite me to be your friend after you create your user profile). Tell all your friends and their friends and soforth.

There are non-traditional interviews (if you want to know what I mean by that, go to www.soundcrank.com and click on one of the bands under “interviews & podcasts” and have a read) with bands, podcasts you download for FREE, reviews by listeners and fans, live show blogs, personalized favorite lists, DAILY voting in the lower right corner of the home page, lyrics, album art, artist information, your own personal music blog and many more features that music lovers will, well, LOVE!

Get going to www.soundcrank.com and take a look around.

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Fridays & Saturdays until November 18th at 7:30pm

StageRight Theater Company 801.272.3445
(south end of Cottonwood Mall in the former movie theaters)
5001 South Highland Drive, Salt Lake City, Utah

We’re going next Saturday, October 28th, and using the $2 off internet coupon.

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…THAT is the question for today.

It was a lovely day spending it with my little family (including the dog). We all jumped in the family rig to first pick up the “My Kids, Jack, Piper” necklace I commissioned (and by that I mean a gal at the Bluecreek Boutique in P.G. was selling her wares and I bought one, personalized) then buy some treats for Jack’s last soccer game of the season. As we’re walking into the grocery store I see a dark-haired gal walking out that looks like someone I know. However, I wasn’t exactly sure because I’ve only seen her once a few weeks ago and so wanted to take a closer look. But she was also looking at me then looking away (probably thinking the same thing OR wondering if I’m Lebanese). Trying to check her out without being obvious and not wanting to say anything until I knew I was right. We get to the point where we’re just about to pass each other and both HAD to look again THEN we squealed each others names and embraced — in the grocery store parking lot. Of course my hubby shuffled the kids along into the store, not wanting any part of the theatrics, I guess. What fun it was to see her!

Oh, the other part of today that was a bit surprising to me was the items in our cart. Remember, we were there for Jack’s soccer game individually pre-wrapped treats. What ended up in our cart was a couple bags of miniature marshmallows (Ben insisted that the bag we ALREADY have at home is stuck together), doughnuts (we buy doughnuts maybe twice a year), 3 boxes of Halloween packaged cereal (Ben said we had to have them in honor of our favorite holiday), caramel corn (because I had been talking about them the night before and still had a hankering for some), gummy eyeballs and individual packs of chips (they’re darned cute). I looked at Ben and said (no offense meant), “This looks like a cart for white trash.” We grabbed a handful of bananas, oranges then got some orange juice. Not quite balancing the junk in the cart, but a commendable effort, none-the-less.

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Tell me, after watching this, if you didn’t FEEL like crying (a little happy a little sad). I’ve seen this before on TV and felt the pang a little then too but this time, I really almost shed some tears. I’m a wus – I know. Not knowing what it is yet, you might be a little worried about my mental state. I worry too ;o)

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